[ He pulls from Jack's mouth only when he has to yank the undershirt from his chest and over his head briefly. The glass is cold against his spine, all scars and lattices. It makes him arch a little, pressing into his mouth again with fingers smoothing over his shoulders.
Isaac will always give as good as he gets--it's only fair he bites his lip back, tugs coyly against the lush of his lower lip and starts to trail his hands up to rake through his hair. ]
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Isaac will always give as good as he gets--it's only fair he bites his lip back, tugs coyly against the lush of his lower lip and starts to trail his hands up to rake through his hair. ]